Fermenting Time

SOUNDS LIKE OLDER AGE! LIKE PARTS OF ME ARE BECOMING…NO MORE “SEVENS AND THREES” IRISH DANCING FOR ME! 😦

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Tread lightly on my broken wings,
Now pitiful but once were proud;
Speak softly to my cobwebbed lips,
Now buttoned-up but once were loud.

Sing gently to my crippled feet
Now hobbling on uneven ground;
Hold firmly to my troubled hands
Now trembling as I look around.

And whisper of the dreams I touched
With wings that dared to fly so high
And whisper of the songs I sung
With lips that beckoned forth the sky

And how I danced with nimble feet
And painted sunsets near divine,
And how the years have not been lost
But fermented like precious wine.

2019 © Sonya Annita Song

Many thanks to those who participated in the Prompt: Broken Wings. I am always amazed at the creativity, variety, and quality of responses. You have all inspired me. 🙂

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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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